progress.
2006-02-09 9:16 a.m.
a countdown, becausethere will always be numbers hanging over our heads
ready to reassure us -
this is how it happens, the days
grow longer before the darkness, and like seasons
there are flits of shapes in the corners, taking refuge, the unseen procession
of forgetting.
at times, i believe
that the years have collapse
have rolled over on themselves, and show through
wearing out the passion of the present, to haunt me
with every old decision i have
made
anew.
(i count my steps, lately, because
i want to know that there will always be numbers,
always be a constant waiting
with reassurance.)